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“Get the fuck out before the cops get here unless you want to deal with Daddy Whitlock.”
The bartender helped me to my feet and I glanced around at the carnage. The place was shot to shit, and my eyes landed on Cruz who was definitely bleeding.
He had a small cut on his face and blood all over his arms and shirt.
“Cruz—” Panic filled me at the thought of him being hurt.
“C’mon, let’s get you out of here,” he said gently, slowly approaching me to slide an arm around my shoulders, looking at the guy who’d just had me against the wall. “We’ll be in touch.”
“Tell Stone we’ll set up a meet in a week’s time. Next time, don’t bring a missing person with you,” Skeeter bit out, making Cruz sigh.
“She’s not here against her will.”
“I don’t give a fuck. The last thing we need is to be dragged into that kind of shit.” He stomped off, shoving his phone against his ear and cursing at someone.
The bartender gave me a soft smile, following us towards the door.
“I’m Jensen. Sorry about Skeet, he’s always like that.”
“Who was shooting at you?” I asked, trying to keep the shaking from my voice but failed. Drake tried to take my hand but I jerked back, his face falling. Cruz thankfully moved his arm from me too, giving me some much needed space.
I knew Drake had only put me in the cupboard to keep me safe and hidden, but I couldn’t help the anger I felt towards him. He hadn’t known, so I’d give myself a moment to be mad, then I’d move on from it.
He wasn’t my father, and he’d never hurt me like that on purpose.
“Not too sure but we’ll figure it out. Are you okay? My girl used to have panic attacks like that,” Jensen smiled, his phone ringing and making him sigh. “Duty calls. See you guys later. It was nice to meet you, Penn.” He started walking away, pressing the phone to his ear. “Babe, I’m a little busy here. No, you fucking stay there, you’ll make it worse.”
Cruz chuckled, unlocking the car that was thankful not damaged.
“She’s going to show up and make it worse for sure.”
“Who’s his girlfriend?” I asked, my mouth dropping open when he replied.
“Rory Donovan.” There was no way in hell I’d just been talking to one of her guys. He seemed so gentle and he wasn’t wearing a crew jacket.
Drake tried to sit in the back with me but I crammed myself into the corner as much as possible, making him sigh as he gave up and sat in the front with Cruz.
Cruz glanced back at me, his voice quiet. “Did you still want to go to the track or would you like to go home?”
“Can we go back to the compound?”
My emotions were still running rampant inside me so I didn’t want to deal with a whole bunch of strangers at the track.
“Of course,” he nodded, starting the car and driving in the direction of Rawson Grove.
Chapter Seven
Stone
“They brought her back,” Knox muttered from his spot at the computer, and I knew exactly who he was talking about. I’d told them to take her home but it was obvious they were going to ignore me.
It was risky to just let her go, but I wanted her gone.
I clenched my fists as I turned in my chair to see what he was looking at, the screen filled with our security camera footage as Cruz drove into the garage.
“Something happened, Cruz is bleeding,” Knox observed, already getting to his feet to check on Drake. I followed him into the living room, my eyes running over Cruz as they walked inside.
“What happened?”
